“I do believe his mouth
is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”
- Richard Siken, Crush.
awake, sweat soaking his skin and mouth dry from dreaming. It took a few
moments for him to regain consciousness: first, he watched the darkness morph
into his dorm, then, he heard Matt’s steady breathing from beneath. His chest
felt constricted, lungs struggling to function like they were supposed to.
came to an aching halt, and his vision doubled, and then his breathing faltered
and heart stammered and surroundings began to blur and he forced himself to
move, mind still on autopilot. Every step was a conscious effort, and he felt
distant, looking at himself from above rather than from within.
sure how but he found himself ascending the stairs, two at a time, and cracked
open the metal door. There, he hesitated in the entry, and his eyes landed on
the man ahead; a silhouette against a dark backdrop. His mind had sorted
through places to go, a safe haven to reside in, and his feet had taken him to